I left my heart to the sappers 'round Khe SahnAnd I sold my soul with my cigarettes, to a black market manI've had to Vietnam cold turkey, from the ocean to the silver cityAnd it's only other vets could understa-and'Bout the long forgotten dockside guaranteesHow there were no V-day heroes in nineteen seventy-threeHow we sailed into Sydney Harbour, I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss herAnd she was lined, and I was home to the lucky landShe was like so many more from that time onTheir lives were all so empty, until they'd found there chosen oneAnd their legs were often open but their minds were always closedAnd their hearts were held in fast suburban chainsAnd the legal pads were yellow, hours long paypackets leanAnd the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had beenThe carparks made me jumpy and I never stopped the dreamsOr the growing need for speed and novacaineSo I worked across the country from end to endI tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mendI held a job on an oil-rig, a-flyin' choppers when I couldBut the nightlife nearly drove me round the bendAnd I've travelled round the world from year to year-ear-earAnd each one found me aimless, one more year the worse for wearAnd I've been back to South East Asia, you know the answer sure ain't thereBut I'm driftin' north to check things out agai-ai-ainWell the last plane out of Sydney's almost go-oneAnd only seven flyin' hours, till I'll be landin' in Hong KongAnd there ain't nothin' like the kisses from a jaded Chinese princessI'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night lo-ongWell the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone-aca